GRAVEYARD

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Reflexively, you curl tighter. Just another minute. Just another minute of sleep is all you need, but the sun waits for no one. Wait. The sun? After many days and nights with only moonlight to guide you, your eyes snap open and your pupils contract at the light.

It's been a while, hasn't it?

Bask in this euphoria for however long it lasts, until your memory snaps back against your mind like a rubber band. Weren't you dead? No matter how you met your end, you certainly remember dying in vivid detail. The pain that corresponds to the last moment's of your life chooses then to make itself known, trying to wriggle free from your skin almost literally. That mark on your skin wasn't there before either.

Take a moment to breathe and get your bearings, and really take everything into focus. The warm rays of sun that dance upon your skin are colorful and fragmented like a kaleidoscope, the effect of being filtered through stained glass. Of all the places to wake up, it seems you're inside a church that's no stranger to you, St. Mary's Basilica. While the odds are good you've woken up with company somewhere near by, the glint of gold from the altar will likely catch your attention regardless—embedded deep in the altar stands a golden staff, two sculpted wings draped down its sides.

While some things are the same, and some things are different, there are still more questions than answers. But the inscription engraved into the roof of the ceiling of the Church, now visible in proper lighting seems rather apt: Welcome to Krakow (again).

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[contrabandit]

[ THIS IS WHY HE SAID STOP... ]

Ow, wow, ow. [ a deep shaky breath as he flops down on his butt. his hair and face feel a little crispy, a touch well done, but not really any worse for wear because he had at least two people shielding him. which is a surprisingly familiar situation...

though this lump in his throat feels bitterly familiar, too. he hates violence so much. nothing good ever comes of it. ]

... Amazing results, am I right? Good thing we love violence and murder! [ he breaks off with a frustrated sound. takes another deep breath, focusing on finding some sort of calm. ] Are we all okay? Aside from...

[umbralant]

[ She looks over to him then turns away. ]

I don't like either of those things, but sometimes they are necessary. [ But it's said pretty quietly, and not only because she isn't looking at him. ]

[contrabandit]

Necessary. No, breathing is necessary, a necessity. Violence is always, always a choice. Can’t we find another way to do things? [ his mouth twists, unhappy and unapologetic about his next words: ] Thank you for saving me, but I wish you hadn’t needed to.

How hurt are you?

[umbralant]

[ After several seconds of silence, she turns to face him with a huff. ]

I've had much worse. And you?

[contrabandit]

[ he rolls his eyes. ]

I know you soldier types. That just means you have a couple of broken bones, but your arms still work so you’re obviously “okay.” Come closer so we can look you over.

[umbralant]

I'll receive treatment when I return. [ Don't call her out like this. ]

[contrabandit]

Sure, that’s physical stuff. But what about the rest? [ vague gesture to his head. what about the mental stuff? ] The first time my friend - well, no, some guy I know, whatever. The first time he killed someone, he was sick to his stomach. It got easier, they told me. Ha.

[umbralant]

[ Again she looks away, this time focusing on the altar. ]

This is not the first time, and it will not be the last.

[contrabandit]

You sound just like them. [ his friends back at home, child soldiers just like her. ] No, it won’t be the last, will it? There’s no way to change your mind.

[umbralant]

At least you can see that. [ She lets out a sigh. ]

This is my reason for existence, like my ancestors before me, and I will not disappoint them.

[contrabandit]

[ bluntly: ]

They're long dead and I don't think their corpses care all that much what you do. [ a short pause. ] I'm no expert in healthy family relationships, but I've heard they're supposed to be proud of you no matter what.

[tokihanate]

[ Well, you generally bounce back from violence as an esper but he won't mention his very differing views to Elliot, but he'll look over you to see if he's hurt. ]

[contrabandit]

[ he’s fine. his hair is safe. ]

Thanks. I really wouldn’t look good bald, so I’m glad you were there to save us all from that. [ he gives hyoubu a once over as well, checking for injuries. ]

[tokihanate]

[ He laughs and ruffles at that hair again. ]

Wouldn't want your future suitors to turned off, right? [ He's... fine. Sailing across the room probably earned light burns, some banged up limbs, some scratches but he was once soldier so he knows how to hold himself in emergency situations, so it's nothing irrecoverable. Of course if he had his psychometry, he could just heal everyone's injuries. And of even bigger of course, he'd have gotten everyone out faster with teleportation, but. You know. He can't rely on what he doesn't have.. or the choice is apparently to explode. ]

[contrabandit]

I’m sure we could have salvaged the situation somehow, but would it be worth the mental scarring? I think not. [ he takes note of hyoubu’s injuries and sighs. ] You do realize this means a prescription for more bed rest.

[tokihanate]

Only if you can get me a nice room from the hotel doctor. [ Because... his old room's kinda become a storage room for the shit he finds right now?? Also, it sucks, as beds go. ]

[contrabandit]

Well, if you complain enough, anything is possible.

[ trust him... to complain enough that even hyoubu will give up and sleep in a shitty bed. ]

[tokihanate]

Sure but who are you going to complain to.

[ Have you met him, elliot. He's a bigger brat than you are. And he's been for longer. ]

[contrabandit]

Oh, there are plenty of people to terrorize.

[tokihanate]

That's true.

[ He smiles agreeably. ]